Old Ship

The Boundary

Splitting land from azure sea,
Stretching listless, distant, glaring,
Silent lies the ribbon ochre,
Kissing the greenness of the lea.

Sun-showers bathe the steaming shore,
Splashing back from sandy facets,
Spreading softly warmth and light,
Languor under the breakers’ roar.

Stillness is shattered by the wave-song
Swishing, lapping toward the shore,
Singing of Man's eternal desire,
“Take Me Along! . . . Take me along!"
grassy lea

Written circa 1961, revised 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright